Lirik Lagu Master Ace - Top 10 List

"at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherf**ker" (repeat 4x)

3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this rawMy crew is representing for bk, don't playOr you might have to get crime watch around your wayCause brooklyn keep on taking it, still from way backSay black, trying to get that fortune like sajakThere must be at least twenty reasons you can't win andIn this rap game you're hopeless, here's a top ten:10's very simple and plain, it's petty crimeIt's only '94 when you wrote your first rhymeAnd now you think you got more skil than power toolsBut never could your feet fit up in our shoesYou only got one deliveryOne-dimetional rappers is dead as chivalryDon't get your spot blown up, block sewn upI lift mc's to tone up, rip your zone upI got more flavors than women's doucheMake ends with mexicans and rock dreads in flatbush9, you can't see mine, can't find mineCan't do mine, step to mine, when my crew findA fronting-ass nigga, we get in thisYou don't want to get beat and boxed like bizYou ain't wild cause you run with wild kidsNow the is gonna tell you what 8 and 7 is

"at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherf**ker" (repeat 8x)

6, I bury that ass like halleAll up on tracks like a trolly, my gollyLike bob marley, we jammin', by all meansAnd real gangsters don't talk shit in magazines5, never judge a rapper by the song he makeSome of the coolest rapping niggas will drop your ass in a lake

And on the other hand, some of them screaming "keep it real"Their video's the only time they ever busted steel4, you don't phase me, this ain't star trekI know where you park your cars at, as far as thatBeef that's going on in all these spotsIn parking lots, niggas pop more shit than shotsFunny, dummy, lyrics don't stun meIf I was your only pair of pants, you still couldn't run meOut this rap game, it's i.n.c. for lifeNiggas gonna know soon, cause brownsville's trifeAll up in the mix like blendersOffenders, life enders, whatever genders, don't offend usComing at you, gonna catch you, and when we find youDon't lose count, let me remind you

"at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherf**ker" (repeat 8x)

One two, one two, this be number treyMight be in the game, but I don't think you wanna playI'm coming with the flav, getting more rich than bayI say, this master jam more than jayAnd two is, my crew is, coming with the newestCan't do us, knock your teeth out trying to cue usYou want to step to us, come clean on the sceneWithout the drama, my team making all the greenI'm in your spleen, no afro with mad sheenIn my ride, young teen girls getting meanEvery day just like mary j.I'm downtown brooklyn where niggas playThe corners and blocks like street lamps, I beat champsIn rapping, leaving niggas wondering what happenedAnd that be the number one reason you can't flowBut bring back the other two shits to let 'em know